An Afternoon in the Museum

Max firmly closed the door of his office and walked to his desk. The administrative corridor was quiet on a Saturday, but he did not wish to be disturbed.

He pressed a button on the intercom that connected with the security desk. "This is Max. Please direct all feeds to my computer. I want to watch the new docents at work." He spoke with deliberation, but then Max did everything with deliberation. One did not get to be the director of a highly ranked university museum without being a very deliberate person.

"Yes, Dr. Schulz. You'll have access momentarily."

Max smiled a little grimly. It had taken two years, but all operations in the museum now understood that when he wanted something done, he wanted it done immediately.

He sat back in his chair while the three large monitors on his desk flickered and came online. The museum was small, but it was a little jewel box. Patrons of the university had been generous over the years. Not only did it have an excellent collection, it also had state-of-the-art feeds in each room to ensure that its treasures were carefully guarded.

Of course, the feed had other uses too. As all of the galleries came online, he scanned each thumbnail carefully. At last he found the one he wanted and enlarged it on his center screen. Thankfully each docent had been assigned one gallery today, so he didn't have to track her through every room.

There she was. Julie. The newest of the docents, she'd just finished her training a month ago. She was a graduate student in archaeology, having gotten her undergraduate degree at the university with a joint major in business and classical studies. Smart, self-possessed, driven, and a passionate lover of all things Greek and Roman.

And also his little fucktoy.

Max breathed out in satisfaction as he watched her. She looked perfect in her short-sleeved black dress and low-heeled pumps. She wore her pale blonde hair in a shining, high ponytail, her only jewelry a pair of tasteful gold earrings and a large gold cuff he'd given her and which she always wore. She carried a clipboard with a few notes just in case anyone asked specific questions that weren't covered in her usual spiel.

She surveyed the room, walking past each exhibit as if mentally running through her comments. She appeared calm, but Max knew she was nervous beneath that reserved exterior. She desperately wanted to please him.

He smiled a little cruelly. Ah, yes. She was a pleaser. And a pleasure. He allowed himself a chuckle at his play on words. He was getting quite fluent in English, his German accent now merely an attractive hint at his background.

Max leaned forward and put his elbows on his desk, steepling his fingers and resting his chin on them. After a moment, he picked up his mobile. Opening an app, he scrolled through it and made a selection. A moment later, he saw Julie straighten and...did she give a little jolt?

Julie looked quickly around the room. Her eyes briefly rested on the security camera, then slid away. Max watched her move purposefully to stand behind the display of ancient Roman coins close to the gallery entrance, ready to greet the first group of visitors. She ran her hands nervously down her dress, smoothing it, but hesitating slightly at her hips. Oh yes, she could feel him teasing her with that cunningly placed vibrator he was remotely controlling.

Max let his mind wander pleasantly. It had been a little over a year -- thirteen months, to be precise, and he was always precise -- since Julie had crossed his path. Because she was interested in a career in museum administration, it was natural that she'd sought him out and asked if he would be willing to serve as her advisor and mentor. He was the celebrity in her universe, a prize catch for the university and the person they were counting on to bring international prestige to the museum. She wanted to learn from the best.

She was appropriately deferential to him, yet there was something more in her demeanor. Something that spoke to Max's need for control in...well, in everything. He'd agreed to advise her. And then he'd set about controlling her.

It had been a gradual process. Like a lobster being boiled in a pot, Julie barely realized it was happening, so gradually did the temperature increase. At first, she was flattered at his attention, his trust, his belief that she would achieve all that she wanted in her field. He made her his teaching assistant, gave her opportunities to access and study special pieces in the museum's collection, let her co-author a couple of journal articles with him.

After a few months, he sensed that her regard for him was starting to change into something more personal. He encouraged it subtly, while still striving to seem professorial, fatherly almost. He'd invite her to dinners, telling her it was his treat because he knew her budget was tight as a student. He'd make sure she had plenty of wine, and they'd talk for long hours in his car afterwards. He'd drop her off at her student apartment with a quick brush of a hand over her cheek and a look that he suspected would feature in her dreams.

Before long, she was confiding in him about more than just academics. She'd tell him about her boyfriend troubles. He'd advise her with a friendly hand on her shoulder, telling her she was special and that she should wait for just the right person to come along. Someone who would support her, share her dreams, fully engage her mentally...and physically.

Then one night, the tenor of their conversation changed. After a half bottle of wine, Julie confessed that she hadn't ever found sex to be all that great. A bit disappointing and overrated. She worried that there was something wrong with her. At the same time, there was something in her eyes that made Max think she knew what she was saying.

He put a hand on her thigh and squeezed, watching how still she got, how her breath caught in her throat. But he merely told her that there wasn't anything wrong with her; she just hadn't found someone with whom she really 'clicked'.

Her eyes suggested that she thought she had.

About a month later, Max had signed Julie up for a curator's conference in Boston. He'd promised to introduce her to some valuable contacts in the field. She was delighted to go with him. Max was one of the keynote speakers, and she looked forward to basking in his reflected glory as his chosen acolyte. He made sure to thank her from the podium for her help in preparing his remarks. Later, she'd stuck close by his side at the reception, where he made good on connecting her with other administrators.

He kept her busy getting drinks for both of them. She clearly enjoyed being useful to him, and it also ensured that she had several glasses of wine herself. He'd walked her to her room afterwards -- to ensure her safety, he said -- and she predictably made a play for him. He'd gently removed her hands -- after enjoying her tentative kiss -- and told her she'd had too much to drink, that they'd talk about this later. And sent her to bed.

The next day she was nervous when they met at breakfast. She started stammering an apology the moment he sat down. That's when he told her that he'd like nothing better than to explore a relationship with her IF she really wanted that. He just wanted to make sure, wanted to hear it from her when she was sober, when she'd fully and rationally considered it.

Her eyes jumped to his with an immediate yes. She almost vibrated with joy. But he'd put his arms on the table and leaned forward -- much as he was doing right now -- and told her that he was a demanding lover, just as he'd been demanding as her mentor. He expected her obedience in all things they agreed on. He added that he was sure that she up to the task. He understood her well enough by now to know that would appeal to her.

Her face, if anything, became more animated. He had her get up and stand in front of him. With a slow, sure movement he slid a hand under her skirt, watching her. One of her small hands closed tightly around his forearm, but otherwise she remained still as his hand reached her crotch. It pleased him that she didn't hesitate or look around the room.

He stroked a finger across her thin panties; she was unmistakably wet. Her thighs trembled and her eyes closed. He'd been right about her inclinations. But then Max was very rarely wrong.

He took her back to his room and fucked her.

He relished that memory. He'd used his belt to bind her hands, held them above her head. She had come repeatedly, amazed at her own response when he pinched her nipples painfully or slapped her pussy.

That was when their games started. It did not surprise him when it turned out that Julie loved them. Her need to please him went deeper than even he had realized. The games started with small things, like having to send him a picture of her in bra and panties every morning. Soon he was selecting them for her. Then he made her come to his office every afternoon before leaving campus so he could stroke her over her panties. Some days he'd chastise her if she wasn't wet enough. Other days he'd chastise her for being too wet.

Bit by bit, she'd handed him the control he craved. Now, she ate, wore, and slept as he commanded. She had to beg his permission to do things others took for granted, like having a coffee or going to the bathroom. Or coming.

His attention snapped back to the screen. A group of visitors had entered the gallery. Julie walked them through the room, pointing out the highlights. She stood in front of a famous Roman copy of a Greek statue, pointing out the characteristics of Roman and Greek sculpture, helping them learn how to spot the differences.

Max grinned evilly and tapped his phone again, sending a more insistent pattern to the little pink vibrator teasing her clit. He could see a flush from her neckline to her forehead, one of the tell-tale signs of her arousal. He mentally thanked the university donors for their generosity in purchasing such excellent cameras. He could just imagine how wet her panties were getting. Sometimes he didn't allow her to wear them, but today they were necessary for the vibrator.

He leaned back in his chair and undid his fly, idly stroking his cock while he watched her. She had become surprisingly wanton and adventurous under his tutelage. He thought about how he'd taken her two nights ago: on his bed with her knees spread, hooded, hands bound with rope in front of her and ass in the air, waiting for him to use her roughly. It amazed him a little that she'd learned to come from only anal stimulation. Even now, the memory of his cum dripping from her pale, smooth ass made his cock jump in his hand.

He didn't let her stay at his house often. It was a treat and an incentive for her compliance. When she did stay, as she had that night, she slept on the floor next to him on a small crib mattress. She was petite, so she fit nicely. He liked to lean down and stroke her hair when he woke during the night. Or pull it until she woke, if he wanted to use her body.

The visitors had left the room now. Julie gave the monitor a plaintive look. She knew he was watching, but she was well aware that the security personnel could also see her. Unconsciously, she touched her cuff and then ran a hand over her chest. He knew that under her dress she'd written there the single word, "Fucktoy". Her responses still surprised him sometimes; there'd been tears in her eyes when he watched her write it. Thinking about that, he wished he'd told her to write the word "Owned" above it. Next time....

The next tour of alumni arrived in the gallery right on schedule. Max continued to watch Julie struggle to keep her composure. He well knew that part of her arousal was due to her own submissive mental state. She loved -- but also hated -- these humiliating things he made her do. He always let her know well in advance what his plans were. The more time she had to think about them, the more aroused she became.

In fact, the most difficult thing for Julie was learning the necessary control he expected. She still came far too easily. He had to dole out too many punishments when she did so without his permission. Of course, since he enjoyed those punishments himself, he didn't make her feel too terrible about her failures. He just corrected her, without fail.

He thought about the alumni ball tonight. He would be there with Julie. Not as a date, precisely. The university took an unfortunately dim view of professors dating students, even in their admittedly mitigating circumstances. But they would spend most of their time together. If he could make Julie come now, without his permission, he'd not only get the enjoyment of watching her try to hide it from the others in the room, but he'd have an excuse to punish her at the ball.

He had a couple of ideas in mind. He knew Julie would be wearing a long gown, because he'd chosen it. He contemplated the pleasure of making her wear a hobble that would limit her to taking short steps all evening. That would certainly be a joy to watch. Or he could deny her permission to use the bathroom until they reached home, something that would be sure to make her uncomfortable at an event where she'd normally have several drinks. He imagined her squirmy body, her desperation as her bladder filled....

Savoring his anticipation, he bumped up the vibrator again, changing it to a pattern that he knew Julie found hard to ignore.

She definitely jumped this time. Her glance toward the camera was worried. She'd finished her remarks and quickly went to take up her position behind the case of coins again. She looked down and pretended to study the notes on her clipboard. From the vantage point of the camera, he could see her hips making helpless little motions. She couldn't stop herself, something that deeply satisfied him, especially when he saw her mouth open slightly and her hands come up to grab the edge of the case.

He could also see another tour approaching the door of the gallery. His own breath quickened as he watched her, his hand moving faster on his erect cock. What would she do? Her back bowed as she leaned her head down over the case. Her hands fisted and her hips rocked harder. He imagined that she was whimpering, as quietly as she could. She would know he was watching and would try to hold back her orgasm as long as she could.

But as the first people spilled across the threshold, he could tell that the inevitable had happened. She was coming. Coming hard. His little fucktoy gave a gasp and curved her body even tighter against the case. He knew how intensely she felt those spasms when she couldn't move, couldn't speak or moan. Just had to stand there and take them.

He opened one of his locked desk drawers and pulled out a pair of her panties. They matched the ones she was wearing. The ones that would be very wet after she came in them. He wrapped them around his cock and groaned, sliding the slippery silkiness over his straining length.

In the gallery, Julie was starting to regain her control. He saw her make a little motion of dismissal toward the woman who had stepped close to her, concerned for her well-being. Julie pointed to her calf, as if saying she'd had a cramp in her leg. Clever girl. He smiled. He loved her quick thinking and creativity. He turned the vibrator off, letting her recover.

His cock spurted forcefully into her panties. He wiped himself off with them and put them in his computer bag. Maybe he'd have Julie wear them tonight as well. He pondered whether Julie's gown would be low cut enough to reveal a hint of the writing on her tits.

He started to turn off the monitor, then reconsidered. Julie's clit was extraordinarily sensitive after she'd just come. Especially when it had been teased this much. His lips curved up as he reached for his phone again. If she came a second time, it would give him an excuse to try out that new paddle on her before the sit-down banquet this evening. Having to sit on a hard chair for a couple of hours with a thoroughly reddened ass would be another nice torment for her.

Max looked at his watch. The alumni tours ended in thirty minutes. After that, Julie would come to his office. Excellent. He'd still have a couple of hours to get some work done before needing to get ready for the evening ahead. There was plenty of room for Julie to kneel under his desk. Lately, she'd really started to enjoy just being there, holding his cock in her mouth, while he worked.

Yes, she had made wonderful progress. It was about time to start the paperwork that would authorize him to offer her a position as his deputy when she graduated in the spring. He'd have them move a desk into this office for her so that he could oversee her training more closely. He imagined mounting a dildo on her chair, watching her work herself on it at his command. He'd have to gag her to keep her quiet, of course, but that wasn't a problem. He would enjoy watching her saliva drip down her chin and onto the paperwork she was trying to read.

With a self-congratulatory nod, Max watched Julie's body go rigid with another orgasm, just as the last group was leaving the gallery. He wondered how much farther he could take her.

Neither of them could wait to find out.